Day 29: In Which He's A Little Tipsy And Wakes Her Up

Elsa was suddenly woken by her phone buzzing on her nightstand. Panic rising, she reached for the device at the same time as she clicked her lamp on. She rubbed her eyes, attempting to make sense of the letters displayed on the screen.

She accepted the video call and, with her voice still hoarse from sleep, she grumbled, "It's two in the morning, Jack."

"Hiccup and I were drinking." He giggled, slurred voice dragging as he hid his face behind a hand.

Elsa hummed, shifting around so she could rest her phone on the other pillow.

"You 'member him, right? The one with the leg." Jack snorted. His camera kept shaking as he muffled his laughing with the sheets.

"What's so funny?"

He grinned, his smile glistening in the dark. "The leg. Y'know, as opposed to legs."

"Maybe you should go to sleep," she suggested with a sigh.

"I can't. I wanna see you."

"I'm right here."

Jack lied on his side, tucking an arm under his head. "Yeah, but you're not here here."

"Go to sleep, Jack."

He pouted. "I told you, I can't."

Elsa pressed her lips together, a lump forming in her throat and making her eyes sting.

He continued to smile that drunkard goofy smile at her. "I like your voice. Even when you're mad at me."

"You're an idiot," she whispered, voice shaking a little.

"I also like that," he confided.

"Being an idiot?"

"No…" He yawned, eyebrows furrowing as his eyes slid shut. "Not that… the other… the other thing..."

She chuckled, snuggling under her blankets as she watched his consciousness slowly drifting off.

"Sweet dreams, Jack."